inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

The Opening of The Eye Ceremony
The Matron (Voice of Authority) — The one who recalls the act of sealing. The Chorus of Daughters (Many Voices/Stars) — The echo of those who flow in rhythm with the Moon.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
Must the Kindest Always Sacrifice for an Uneasy Peace?
In situations of inequality, a false "peace" often prevails only through the sacrifice of the kindest person. When that kind person finally refuses to sacrifice any longer, they are instantly branded a "disruptor of harmony." Believe it or not, this dynamic is a reality for many.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
When Roots Touch the Sky
Roots keep the footing. Branches do the daring. Together they make the climb less lonely — and more possible. Strength isn’t found in pulling apart, but in growing together.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
The Hollow Who Mistook Care for Weakness
The Hollow Who Mistook Care for Weakness A Mythic Protest OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRODUCTION ADOBE FIREFLY He came with a smile and a borrowed book,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Wonderland
The glass was leaded Too mired to reframe To ridgid and heavy to shimmer At the sound of your name That breezed through my lips,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Ophelia My Orchid
Ophelia my orchard What a beauty to behold I could look at you forever And it would never grow old. 🥀🥀 💗💗 🥀🥀 I saw your bud unfurling
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
When the Heater Sings
The heater coughs to life again, a steady metal sigh, Its breath rolls out in gentle waves, like warmth that dares not die.
By Anthony Chanabout a year ago in Poets
Let the Healing Begin
David was no saint. In fact, his sins were criminal by today's laws. But his faith in God was extraordinary and he was set apart by God to become king long before he defeated Goliath as a teenager. It is from David's line that Christ Jesus is descended.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Night of Gentle Light
The Night of Gentle Light The streets were still and silvered, a calm swept through the air, a single star was burning, and peace was everywhere.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Path of a Poet’s Soul
The Path of a Poet’s Soul I walked that path, with questions in the breeze, And the soil whispered secrets, with such ease.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A New Day
Got the early train by mistake Was not thinking straight Or, perhaps, the choice was made By the hand of Fate. ~ The wind moved slower
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Poets
Falling
thin drops becoming heavy and the film, begins to stick the waterways get messy as the its texture becomes thick what was smooth, now lightly crusted
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets